Uh...
Well, I didn't mean not to write for five days. Just turned out that way.
I have been going to bed early most nights, although Friday night I was in the Valley, returning Saturday morning. Which was my birthday.
Yes. Wish me a happy belated birthday.
I am... 55 years old. My goodness. I cannot believe I just wrote that. I am but five years away from being sixty, which scares me even more.
Patricia and I had a roast beef dinner on my birthday, courtesy of a local church. The beef was overcooked and chewy in a way that made me wonder if it was worth all the effort to eat. Spoiler alert: It wasn't.
We mostly stayed in on Sunday, but ventured out this afternoon to get some food. Also checked out the pet store in Tantallon at the Hubley Centre on the off chance that they might sell the litter that Newbie likes so much. Against all odds, they do! And they had quite a few bags of the stuff. From there we went to Otis & Clementines where Patricia bought me a copy of the book "Black KKKlansman".
We made our way over to Superstore before having dinner at the Wing'N It, also in Tantallon. I had the fish and chips, which were good. Patricia had boneless wings with sweet potato fries. We started off with a pretty good Caesar salad. We had a dessert of fried bread dipped in syrup or something. A Newfoundland delicacy that Patricia knew the name of but I didn't.
We returned home. Newbie loved me for the new cat litter, which I also have to install downstairs. By "happy" I mean that he has looked at me with about 3% less disdain than he normally has for me.
Another three day weekend is behind me. Reality hits in just a few hours when I have to get up and return to work. Where do these weekends go, anyway?
Turning in.
See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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